Sam knows that I am pregnant, but doesn't really "get it." If we talk about it, he either ignores the conversation entirely, or lifts up my shirt to look at my belly and see if the baby is coming out. Now he knows the baby will come when it has finished growing and is ready.
Last night as I was putting him down to bed, he asked me, "Mummy, your baby ready to come out and play yet?" (The baby is due at the end of February).
"No, not yet Sam."
"Soon?"
"After Santa Claus comes and it gets cold out again." (I really don't know how to explain long term time to a two year old.)
"Oh." Pause. "Yes. Baby gets hat and mittens on and then comes out."
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